"Damn..."Mo Yan covered his head and shook it a few times before falling to the ground, but he never expected that there was a trap here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He sank into the ground and disappeared in an instant.

"Quick, chase."

The shouts and firelight on the ground faded away, and Mo Yan leaned limply against the rock wall, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Chasing for so long..."Fortunately, Mo Yan inadvertently stepped into the trap and saved his own life. He couldn't suppress the poison in his body, and if he was poisoned, he would immediately become fat to be slaughtered.

Remembering the innkeeper's fake look, Mo Yan took off the coarse cloth that was still hanging around his neck in disgust and threw it on the ground weakly.

He sat in the pit and looked up at the stars.

It takes half an hour to sit down, and when the toxin becomes weaker, the foam can easily be expelled by the mana energy.

Then he inadvertently discovered that the source of mana in his body had actually stopped moving.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I thought that a small poison couldn't help the demon king's final soul, but now it solidifies the source of the demon king's mana, and forcibly turns the demon king into a half-crippled person temporarily.

"What a ghost!" Mo Yan scolded, it's hard not to scold your father when you encounter this kind of thing.

A person's strength and weakness are made up of two parts. The source of mana can almost indicate the strength of a person. To put it simply, those with a wide source of mana and a large capacity are strong; And those with narrow mana sources and small capacity are naturally relatively weak.

The size of the source of mana generally represents personal strength, and the other two most important factors are physical strength and skill.

Physical fitness refers to the strength of the body, endurance and resistance.

Skills are martial arts, skill and experience.

Coincidentally, there are no absolutes in these two aspects. As long as you work hard, you can become a strong person.

The body can be exercised on its own, and the skills can be realized on its own. Sandwiched between the two is personal perception and the ability to learn.

The source of mana is not expandable, it is born by nature, and it cannot be changed after tomorrow. Unlike physical fitness and skills, no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to change.

Mo Yan is the final soul, and he is born with a mana source that is several times larger than ordinary people, and he regards the mana source as almost all his strength, thus ignoring the physical aspect of cultivation.

This has directly led to a huge decline in Mo Yan's current strength.

In the past, he could calmly face thousands of troops, but now he is afraid that he will have to take a detour when he sees a tiger, and he has to worry about whether the beast will chase after him.

Sighing helplessly, Mo Yan quickly calmed down; I thought that Leah's task was so difficult, and she had already lost half of her life before she touched the gate of the imperial city.

The toxin only temporarily freezes the activities of the source of his mana, and now although he still has strong magical strength, it is like money, it is gone, like water spilled, and it cannot be recovered.

The source of mana cannot be restored, and the less you use it, the less you use it, the more dangerous you are, and the danger means that death is near. Mo Yan didn't like the smell, this gloomy, lifeless, lifeless atmosphere; It is like the most cordial call of the underworld, so that people can smell the damp steam of Lethe water from a distance.

The most terrifying thing is that I don't know how long the poison lasts.

Maybe half a day? One week? Half a month? Or half a year?

I don't know.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that there was a pit in the middle of the earth, and in it was a row of tall pennies with sharp edges, and the sharp edges were illuminated by the starlight and then glowed with the poison of a ghostly light.

Good thing I'm witty! Walk against the wall.

Scared out of a cold sweat, Mo Yan took a few steps back, feeling that he was still leaning against the wall for safety.

Now Mo Yan has to be careful, he is no longer a rampant master, he is now an ordinary person with a lot of one-time spells. It's an ordinary person, not a cultivator. Maybe an ordinary knife will be able to finish him off.

It is a hunting trap, the most common kind.

Mo Yan used the method he snatched from the side of the mound and "flew" out with difficulty. He himself is relatively thin and small, without a few pounds of meat, but his equipment is quite heavy, and he usually walks finely, but if he wants to fly out, I am afraid it takes a lot of effort.

"I knew I would have run more with him...", said Mo Yan, who was lying on the ground panting.

A shield, a body of blood-colored armor, a ring, and two swords hidden in the shield and the blood armor are all of Mo Yan's belongings.

Suddenly, he felt that he was doing well at the moment.

Full of hope for the future, he picked up his shield, slung it on his back, and walked with his legs raised.

"There is a saying: only when you suffer hardship can you become a master!"

Not long after walking, there were sporadic fires flickering in the dark night, and Mo Yan vigilantly found a tree as a cover, carefully observing the situation in the distance.

A group of bandits of seven or eight people.

Torches and machetes were the only equipment they had, and they were talking around a man in black.

Mo Yu's eyes were sharp, and he recognized the man in black as Qiumen's person at a glance. As for why Qiumen dealt with bandits in the mountains, this was not something that Mo Yan knew, and Mo Yan didn't want to know.

If you can't beat it, you can run, this is the most reasonable. Hades is easy to provoke, and the little ghosts are difficult, which is also reasonable.

Heaven really doesn't want Mo Yan to have a good time. He was discovered, as he made a faint sound from stepping on a branch for the man in black to hear.

The big man and the man in black who quickly surrounded Mo Yan shot directly.

Mo Yan dodged the machete several times and planted in the plot of the man in black.

Mo Yan, who took a few steps back slightly, reluctantly smiled and said, "If you have something to say, I won't bother." ”

The man in black was willing to let him go, and quickly took out a dagger and stabbed Mo Yan in the chest. The first rule of Qiumen's murder rule: "It is better to kill the wrong person than to let it go." ”

The dagger stabbed on the armor and splashed sparks, and Foam stepped back again, saying, "Please let me go." ”

Seeing that the first blow was ineffective, the man in black took out another dagger and slashed towards the door of the foam face.

The dagger rubbed and made a slight sound of breaking the air, and Mo Yan hurriedly lowered his head and kicked him under the plate by the way.

There is no place between the fields for the bandits around the side to output. The man in black danced in the night, and Mo Yan kept dodging, kicking and punching from time to time; At first, Mo Yan didn't have any advantages, but advantages need to be built up slowly. As the dagger continued to hit the blood armor, Mo Yan seemed to have no power to fight back, but in fact it did not expend much strength.

After a while, the man in black stopped, probably tired. The boss was tired, and when he changed to the younger brother, several big men finally had room to toss a few times, and they were all ready to try.

Several big men didn't raise their knives and went into battle, and they went on with their bare hands.

Two fists are invincible to four hands, and Mo Yan suddenly lost his temper. Soon he fell to the ground and was beaten to the point of doubting his life.

In fact, Mo Yan only needs to use a trace of magic energy, and these people will all have to die. But he was reluctant, even if it was just a little.

When did Mo Yan suffer such a spirit, but he was reluctant to use the Fa energy, then it was like a person under the eaves, with a low and arrogant head.

He got up, held back the pain and said, "Didn't I just pass by... As for it?"

The eight big men were not easy to start, and when they saw that Mo Yan could still get up and speak, they couldn't help but begin to doubt Mo Yan's strength.

The man in black frowned in the shadows, wondering if he should let him go.

The blood-colored armor of Mo Yan is the ultimate in quality, the quality is excellent, invulnerable, invulnerable, water and fire are invulnerable, and it is still as good as new after so many years. Thinking that he was young and ignorant and ignorant, he smashed the gold shop in Shangdu when he was in a bad mood, and he felt a little ashamed and apologetic at that time; Now that I think about it, it really wasn't in vain at the time.

When the cold moon hangs in the sky, the woods are silent, it may be that the evening wind is biting, and the insects chirp into this dark night unconsciously.

The eight big men took a few steps back, staring at Mo Yan vigilantly.

Seeing this, Mo Yan stood up straight, pretended to move his muscles and bones, and by the way, took off the shield behind his back and stood on the ground.

There is no fear!

The man in black can see clearly, this person is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Thinking that something in his mouth was about to fly away, he couldn't bear it but still held back, waved his hand and ordered to retreat.

Halfway through, he was suddenly stopped by Mo Yan. They looked back at Moyu incredulously.

Mo Yan knows that he has to act more realistically, and now he is a strong man. Besides, he wondered why Qiumen was here.

"What are you doing?"

Several big men were full of viciousness, and the invisible faces of the men in black were gloomy and terrifying.

Mo Yan stood there relaxed, smiling.

In the end, the man in black unwillingly pointed to a pit not far away, and then sank into the darkness without a trace.

Seeing them walking away, Mo Yan covered his face with convulsions. Hurt! It hurts! It is said that beating people does not hit their faces, but these few hit them in the face. Mo Yan was annoyed, annoyed that his physical fitness was really poor, otherwise he could definitely kill back.

At that time, he vowed to work hard to improve his physical fitness and never give up until he rushed to the title. Fortunately, it feels quite good to dismiss them, and I don't get angry when I think about it; Driven by curiosity, Mo Yan gradually approached the area where the man in black used his fingers.

Looking down, I wasn't scared to death.

This cave is bottomless, and it still shines with a faint green light.

Dropped a stone, and no sound came out for a long time.

Lighting a torch, it was found that the opening was about three zhang wide; Throwing the torch again, the firelight illuminated the black stone wall, and gradually sank until the point of light disappeared completely, but the bottom was still not visible.

It seems that the man in black covets these emeralds.

Mo Yan felt that the meaning of this hole was really bad, and turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, the man in black appeared again. He smiled and stretched out his hand and pushed it down.

The smile like a demon in hell really narrowed the distance between Mo Yan and the secluded mansion little by little.

The man in black opened his mouth and said two words.

"Goodbye!"

Mo Yan was weightless, and waved his arms in horror for a while. Suddenly, Mo Yan stopped doing useless movements, but was laughing.

He opened his mouth and uttered four words.

"Never again!"

A dark blue macrocosm emanated from the sinkhole, turned a few angles, and hit the man in black accurately without deviating from the target.

The roar of the blue dragon, the ground that exploded in an instant, and the sky groaned weakly.

Mo Yan, who was falling rapidly in the middle, sent him to face death with a smile.

The entrance of the sinkhole collapsed, and in an instant, countless logs and rocks surged, permanently sealing the entrance to the cave. The blue light that fades away, it is an eternal disaster for a few people.